Bitch shut the f*ck all ya music trash
Who the f*ck told you that you could make tracks?
Put you in the blunt and smoke your body into ash
I don't like you so your throat gettin' slashed
Ridin got the blunts but I'm going too fast
If you gon' pay me do it now I need the cash
Everybody that I've met a cloud that f*ckin passed
She f*cking lame niggas that don't even last
It's a shame how her pussy go to waste
Catch me on the street smoking catch a fade
Had to stab a nigga right up in the waist
Pussy say that bullshit to my face
I dont f*ck with bitches cuz they fake
Not a lot of f*ckshit I can take
It's that f*ckin bag I always chase
Getting my deposit out of chase
I record then the whole f*cking crowd lit
Learn to rap from a mother f*ckin Shaolin
I be deep in my bitch pussy plowing
Nigga hate on me he just f*ckin fouling
Who want problems nigga?
Who want problems nigga?
Who want problems nigga?
Talkin from the bottom nigga
Who want problems nigga?
Who want problems nigga?
Who want problems nigga?
Talkin from the bottom nigga